Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 07:03:12 +0200
From: Amy Redek
Subject: Guinea Pig II Chapter One
This story is for persons of the age eighteen or over.
Continuing the story of Guinea Pig, our hero now confirmed as being
bi-sexual gets to make plans to enjoy both sexes to provide his need for
sexual relief.
Chapter One
You are probably reading this story now to know the answer that I left
up in the air, so have patience for it will be revealed shortly. For first,
it's to relate, briefly, the outline of the previous book.
My name is Randolph Oates and once lived with my parents in Kingston,
just outside of London, they being Rufus and Mary. He is a financial
adviser and is assisted by my mother. I was sent to very good schools so
that I might join them later, but my academic achievements were below the
standard required for me to go on to a university. The only thing that I
achieved, if it could be called this, was to become quite muscular from the
swimming that I enjoyed.
I had left school at sixteen and that summer I spent quite a time
clearing up what can almost be called a wood that was at the far end of our
property. This I was doing when mother had a visit from an old school
friend by the name of Mrs Sheila Justin-Forbes, a widow having lost her
husband in a helicopter crash. That he had been a director as well as a
major shareholder in a large oil company, left her a rather wealthy woman,
though I didn't know of this until later.
Being called out from the wood to meet her, she was struck by my
physique and asked if I would help in clearing out the attic of the house
she owned in Kingston. This I agreed to do and in the process, got rather
dirty as she did too and it was when I was using her shower that she joined
me in there and this led to me being seduced and of having sex for the
first time with a woman.
She must have enjoyed it as much as I did for she wanted me for a
whole week in the clearing of the attic and then having sex afterwards. She
also later, started asking me to be an escort to various functions and even
buying me clothes to suit the occasion. Much to my mother's annoyance, I
finally moved in to live with Sheila and it was known by the others in the
house who worked for her, that I was her lover, though the name toy boy
applied to me in this.
It was a year later that I found out that she not only smoked reefers
but also snorted cocaine. As much as I loved having sex with her, I flatly
refused to take any of the drugs that she and her friends tried to push on
me. Her closest friends being Jacob Riley and Fiona Hamilton who often
visited her in her other house that was in Hanover Square where I now lived
with Sheila.
After watching them for the first time snort cocaine and get quite
high, I watched the two women strip off while dancing together and even saw
them having female sex on the carpet. Jacob had come over and even I was
slightly on a high from having inhaled some of the smoke from the reefers
that they had been smoking prior to snorting some cocaine. So I didn't
realise what the intention of Jacob was until he actually pulled out the
erection I had got from watching the two women on the floor, taking me into
his mouth and sucking on me till I came.
He was a bit miffed when I refused to do the same to him and I left
them to carry on with what they were doing. It was because of this, that
every time they visited the house and started taking the cocaine, I would
leave them and go and play on the computer in the study. This went on for
two years before I found the will she had made when she forgot to remove
the key to an always locked drawer.
It was a basic one that left a small amount to her servants but the
rest was to be half of the estate to her sister and a quarter each to her
nephew and niece. I wasn't mentioned because it had been written before we
had met. Now what with her sniffing and taking drugs, knew that there was a
strong possibility that it would kill her in the end and so made provision
for myself by rewriting her will on the computer putting the names of Jacob
and Fiona as being witnesses. I printed off a copy before deleting it from
the computer and put it in a safe place to later get their signatures as
well as that of Sheila.
The opportunity came a few months later and by me now as well as being
her toy boy, acted as a secretary and often typed up her letters and such
and on one evening, had the chance to get all the signatures on my copy of
this new will when they were really stoned. With how I had worded the will,
I then went and bought an engagement ring but kept it hidden with this
will.
The event that I thought might happen one day came to pass and I was
fortunate enough to be having my monthly dinner with my parents that had
also included two of their other friends. Trevor, her chauffeur as well as
being the butler, had driven me there and collected me later that night and
it was when I went up to our bedroom did I find Sheila dead on the floor.
I couldn't help but cry at finding her like this for I had really come
to love her and it wasn't just for the sex we had together. But I soon
composed myself and went and got the engagement ring I had bought and
pulled off her other two rings and put my one on her finger. I also swapped
the two wills and destroyed the original before informing Trevor of
Sheila's dead body in the bedroom and to call the police and an ambulance.
I was duly questioned and was thankful that I had a good alibi for
with the solicitor finding the will in the study, I was the prime
suspect. That is until they found that Fiona had also died that night and
the forensic people proved that they had both taken contaminated cocaine
and this let me off the hook but got their drug supplier arrested on the
information provided by Jacob who had been somewhere up north at the time.
With the will being read, Sheila's sister threw a wobbly at hearing
that I was to inherit the estate and her and her children only being given
two million pounds between them. Mother too threw a wobbly because the will
stated that I was her fiancÚ, but was somewhat mollified when I gave her
and my father four million pounds later. This still left me with quite a
substantial amount as well as the houses in Hanover Square and Kingston,
though I did lose the servants by giving, I think, too much from the
estate.
So I became very lonely in that big house and missed the fucking of
Sheila every night and having all my meals cooked for me. I was so in need
of company that when I visited a dentist to have a tooth pulled, I found an
answer of sorts in a medical magazine in the waiting room there.
It was an advert asking for volunteers to be, in my words, guinea
pigs, and was assured by the dentist that it was a normal request and no
danger involved, so I applied.
Being a healthy and young man of only twenty years of age, was
accepted and showed up at their clinic later that month to meet three other
guinea pigs. They being Eve Partridge, Dana Thomas and Joseph Cohen and the
female nurse being Carol Whiteman and the male nurse Julian Withers.
We were to spend six weeks together and what was wanted was specimens
of male sperm to be mixed with the orgasmic fluid of the females to find a
means of mixing the two together and finding out if they could produce a
means of stopping the male sperm from fertilisating the female egg. It was
basically for making a male form of birth control pill in humans having
proved it with mice and rats and now we're trying it out on humans.
I enjoyed it there, getting to fuck both women from the first day and
later came to fucking Joe as he wanted to be called as well as being fucked
by him. This came about by a mistake between Carol and Julian in me being
given a double dose of female hormones which turned me into a male version
of a nymphomaniac in wanting male sex as well as still wanting to fuck a
woman. That next one being the nurse Carol.
We had to give blood samples as well as semen samples on a regular
basis and I was then in such a state that I even had Julian fuck me and
help me give up my sperm sample during his fucking of me by jerking me off
into a condom while he was still up inside me from behind.
This urge to have an erect male penis either in my mouth or up my
backside, slowed down somewhat later but it definitely turned me into
becoming bi-sexual in wanting both a man or a woman to fuck though it was
only a male that could fuck me in return.
*
I came to be called Randy as Sheila had done for I would always be
ready to fuck at any time, day or night, but now wanted the same done to me
too. I also got Carol to want me as much as the others did and it was
because of this, she almost begged me to return to the clinic when our time
was up. Those in the laboratory wanted me back too for they hadn't really
finished their tests on me. The drawback to this in Carol's eyes was that
the other one person they wanted was a homosexual to make comparisons with
a male of that ilk, them not knowing that I was now a confirmed bi-sexual
male and wanted a male organ too.
Carol was most upset when she found out that the homosexual male that
turned up just happened to be Kevin Thomas, Kat being his nickname, had
been to school with me. What with him giving me a big hug at our meeting
and learning that my school nickname had been Quaker. Well, with the
surname of Oates what else was I going to be called.
It took some time explaining to her of his greeting, what with him
being a homosexual, that he had once, and only once, given me a blow job
for not having reported of seeing him having oral sex with another boy
while at school.
But now that I was bi-sexual, didn't keep quiet about it for he was
now a man who would have an erect penis for me to suck on as well have
shoved up my rear for the pleasure of once more being filled in this
manner.
Carol wanted her sexual appetite satisfied too and so I finished up
fucking each in turn but only getting my return from Kat. I didn't exclude
Julian either which pleased him too. But all this fucking and being fucked
caused problems for I had Kat say that he loved me and wanted us to live
together after the course had finished. Not only him but Carol too said
that she loved me and wanted me to live with her. This was my dilemma when
it came to our last day at the clinic with them both begging me to live
with them and me not yet having given an answer to either of them. I must
add that neither of them knew that I was a millionaire and had two houses
and still wasn't prepared to tell them either.
It was at our last breakfast, inviting Carol to eat with Kat and
myself, it also being the first time that we had a meal together for the
nurse's had their meals separate from the guinea pigs. Both at this meal
waited for me to say which one I was going to go with and for me to give
the answer that I left up in the air in the last book. Asking you, the
reader to try and guess which one I would accept as a lover.
*
We had come to the end of breakfast and I could see the expectant
looks on both their faces and watched them fall when I said neither of them
because I wanted to live my own life and let them live theirs.
It had tugged at my heart strings to say this and see their
crestfallen faces but unknown to Kat, I had slipped a note to Carol beneath
the table saying what I was going to do. I can't say that her face
brightened up for it didn't, probably thinking that it was just giving my
answer in more detail, but I will say shortly what the note contained.
There were tears in the eyes of all three of us as we said our
goodbyes to Carol and Julian, and Kat and I went out to the taxi waiting to
take us to the train station to take one up to London. We queued up to get
our tickets, Kat in front and unknown to him with him having moved away
with his ticket, bought a return one, which should now tell you of my
intentions.
We boarded our train and on the journey, Kat begged me to reconsider
my answer, but I told him that though I thought a lot of him, I wouldn't
live with him, and it was with tears coming from his eyes that we kissed
goodbye at our London station, ignoring the strange looks we got from other
passengers who saw two grown men kissing each other as we cried.
The reason I couldn't live with Kat was the fact that he was too
possessive and I didn't want to have that albatross round my neck every
hour of the day, or night where we would be having each other in bed. I
wanted to be a free agent to pick and choose who I slept and had sex with
and would make this quite clear to Carol when I returned to the clinic.
It was on the train back that I ran the note I had given Carol through
my mind. It was an apology for putting her through that breakfast for I
didn't want Kat to see a different expression on her face when I said no to
him and was sure that she would accept this and to expect me back within a
few hours to tell her in person.